Do I go home today?




My family brought me home cradled in their arms.

They cuddled me and smiled at me and said I was full of charm.

They played with me and laughed with me and showered me with toys.

I sure do love my family, especially the little girls and boys.



The children loved to feed me; they gave me special treats.

They even let me sleep with them - all snuggled in the sheets.

I used to go for walks, often several times a day.

They even fought to hold the leash, I'm very proud to say.



These are the things I'll not forget - a cherished memory.

I now live in the shelter - without my family.

They used to laugh and praise me when I played with that old shoe.

But I didn't know the difference between the old one and the new.



The kids and I would grab a rag, for hours we would tug.

So I thought I did the right thing when I chewed the bedroom rug.

They said that I was out of control and would have to live outside.

This I didn't understand, although I tried and tried.



The walks stopped, one by one; they said they hadn't time.

I wish that I could change things; I wish I knew my crime.

My life became so lonely in the backyard, on a chain.

I barked and barked all day long to keep from going insane.



So they brought me to the shelter but were embarrassed to say why.

They said I caused an allergy, and then they each kissed me goodbye.

If I'd only had some training as a little pup.

I wouldn't have been so hard to handle when I was all grown up.



"You only have one day left",

I heard the worker say.

Does that mean I have a second chance?

Do I go home today?


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